The next day he was not in the mood to write, and so he wasted his day on the beach, looking for the strange creature he found the day before.
Without luck.
Bored, around four on the afternoon he decided to walk to the city, just a kilometre far from his house. No one looked at him, he was just another one of the city guys that rented a house for awhile, then they go away. He browsed the town, visited a small souvenir shop, with all the object made in China or in some other Far East country, then he went to the bookshop, finding a couple of his books, topped with dust. Sad, he moved to a bar, well better say to the only bar of the city, entering and ordering a cold beer. Tired and bored, he gain his path to one of the many free tables, at the opposite of the entrance, in a dark corner maybe, but perfect to see all the inside without be too much noticed. He did always that way in the other bars. They are a city in a city, and you can find good idea just looking at a customer and wondering why this or why that.
“Maybe some idea could arrive also from customers of an anonymous bar.” he smirked, looking without watching. He was not in the mood that day.
“Your beer.” Said a voice he immediately recognised. His eyes went up the female figure, finding that the owner of that voice was the plastified girl, if not for the hairs, blonde as hers but long, brushing her shoulder blades also if combed in a ponytail. “Any problem, sir?”
“No, no. I had for a second the idea that I could know you…”
She smiled and laughed slightly, a sound he printed in his memory, so good it was for his ears, as her face was for his eyes.
“I don’t think so, sir. I never saw you, if not in picture on the back of your books.” She smiled. “Wonderful ones, if I can say.”
“Thank you.” He answered, while feeling a small warm on his cheeks. But he composed himself immediately. “Did you have any twin sister or someone really similar to you here in the town?”
“For what I know, no, sir. Sure you are alright?” she smiled again, a shiny light on her eyes. “Maybe too many sun near the rocks? Or the effort to cut a padlock with a pliers?” she mocked him.
He widened his eyes while she giggled and leaved him.
His heart was howling to sit up and catch her, but his mind thought the opposite, and he stood.
“She wants to play. And I want to find the game rules.”
He drank his beer looking at her.
She was a waitress, a beautiful one and for her body, and for her face, so fresh and smiling, dressed in a simple T-shirt and a pair of elasticised jeans, her feet in old white sneakers. The owner called her Stefany, a good name. It suited her perfectly, also if he didn’t know why. And she answered to him as “father”. He already know something of her. At that moment, he had only to discover how she arrived to his beach and why she was dressed that way.
It was clear that she was not obliged to be sealed in plastic, but at the opposite she was the one that closed the padlock, or at least she was the one that decided to be padlocked in.
He liked mysteries, and she was one of the best he found in his life. In more than one sense.
When was the time to pay, he moved to the counter, and Stefany was the one to take the money and give him the change.
“You promised me to answer to my questions, last time…” he said taking the change.
“Maybe you continue to confound me with another person, sir.”
“Brian.”
“Maybe you spoke not with me, Brian. But I think that you could be lucky walking on your beach let say, around nine…”
“Why you said…” he started, but looking at her smile and thinking a little, he understood and nodded. “Ok. Nine is a good number. I like it.”
That evening and that night he was quite restless.
He was waiting to find if she was only joking or if she would be present at the beach, that hour, and in the same costume he saw her first time.
He woke up at the dawn, looking the sun raising on the sky, a cup of strong coffee on his hand, hot and black.
The same cup was posed two hours after, still untouched, cold.
A good and long shower and the usual shaving, a fresh washed shirt and swimming bower.
He checked his appearance as a teenager at his first date.
She has been beautiful in a strange way, sealed and hot in her plastic skin.
But he found she was more beautiful without her costume.
His cock agreed with the last though, pulsing a couple of time before coming back to sleep.
Half past eight and he was already on the beach, near the rocks, on the same exact point he found her two days before. He looked at the sea, hearing the waves crushing on the sand near his feet, a sound relaxing and soothing.
He sat on the warm sand, his back to the rocks, waiting. After some time he went flat on his back, arms crossed under his head, and closed the eyes.
He fell asleep for the quite restless night, but a soft caress on his elbow woke him up.
He opened his eyes, just to see only the sea, but he could also see in a corner of his vision a shiny leg.
Brian sat up and turned to see that in front of him there was Stefany.
Shiny, plastified, smiling.
Wonderful.
“Hi…” he said, trying to look on her face and not on her breasts, filling the too adherent blue bikini.
She smiled wider, nodding her head, as an answer.
“How are you? I mean, the sunstroke and so on?”
She smiled again, and she thumbed up with both her hands, then she put down the beach towel and sat over it.
He looked at her.
She looked at him, her blue eyes sparkling.
“Or it is the sun over the vinyl surface covering her eyes?”
She patted the part of beach towel near her, a clear indication to him to sit near her.
He did as she silently requested, while she looked around slowly, turning head and torso.
He noted that her suit was not padlocked.
“It’s my fault?” he asked.
She looked at him puzzled.
“The padlock, I mean.” He indicated with a finger her back, trying to act normally, but seeing her in that way, so near to him, it was a big task. He finished to move incoherently his hands. “The suit, the zipper I mean, it’s not…” he mimed the closing of a zipper near his neck.
She smiled, nodding and pointing at the zipper on her back, then to him and softly punching it to his chest, then crossing her arms over her chest and turning her body, showing him only the back.
“Are you angry with me?”
She didn’t move.
“Stefany? Can you hear me?”
She nodded, but she didn’t move.
“Sorry. I mean, sure I didn’t do that appositely. Yes, I mean, I did it because I wanted, but… I mean, you could be seriously injured, and a pretty girl like you, sealed I a so hot suit… Hot because the heat, not because you are hot in the suit. I mean, you are hot, yes, but also without… Oh gosh!”
She turned, showing him her falsely angry face, then she whidened her eyes and grabbed his hands with her gloved hands, smiling. She kissed his cheek with her plastic lips, then she smiled again.
“Haanak uu!” she mumbled, gurgling and opening slowly her lips. He could saw her lips, her mouth, her tongue were restricted and slowed by the thick plastic over them. “I hhow uu did iih ooh mee.”
“Oh, no need to thank me, also you would do this for me in case.” He smiled, then he pointed out again her back with his forefinger. “Can be repaired? The padlock?”
She shook her head.
“I’m really sorry.”
She shrugged her shoulders, then she mimed counting money and closing something on her back.
“Pay? A new one? You can buy a new one?”
She nodded.
“Can’t you speak more clearly than before? I have to say I’m not so good on the mime game.”
She giggled silently, then she nodded and she opened totally her mouth, showing him how the mould he saw two days before was totally glued to her real internal mouth. Everything, the teeth, the tongue, the gums were sheathed in plastic, with no holes at all.
“I hhhant, hhut uuu hhan hheeear hooow hhaan sppehh.” She gurgled, then she giggled, moving her hands over her mouth.
“Not the best, I have to say. But it seems that you are perfectly trained to mime all the answers. So you are the same Stefany I saw on the bar yesterday?”
She nodded.
“But you have now so short hairs, while yesterday yours were long.”
She nodded, and opened the black bag she had with her.
He could see shortly what seemed a pair of jeans and a belt, along with something other, then she found what she was searching and closed the bag.
“A wig. How simple…” he mumbled, looking at the item she had in her hands.
“So you use a wig when not in… How can I call this?” he asked, daring to touch her arms and pointing to her suit.
“My shin.”
“Your skin? How strange. I mean, why you close yourself in it?”
She shrugged her shoulders, then she bended to touch with her forefinger the sand and wrote.
“I don’t know.” He read. “You do something also if you don’t know why you do it?”
She shook her head. She pointed herself, then she mimed a heart and touched her suit.
“You like it. But it’s not hot in it? Under the sun, I mean?”
She nodded, and mimed to wipe her forehead and moving the air to her face with the hands, the she smiled.
“So it’s hot, and still you love it?”
She nodded, then she grabbed gently his hand and moved it over her waist, as a caress. He understood, and continued to do it, feeling the hot and oily surface of the vinyl under his fingers. It was strange, in some way disturbing, but it was not at the end an unpleasant sensation. He noted how the suit was conforming to her body as really a second skin, with only some point where the sweat was moving in drops from top to bottom.
She moved, turning her back to him, then she lied over the beach towel, her masked head resting on his upper legs. She stopped his hand with hers, then she closed her eyes and crooned.
“No more questions?”
She shook her head, smiling.
“When I have to woke you up?”
She drew on the sand hear her a sort of circle and two lines starting on the center, simulating a watch. The lines were indicating eleven o’clock.
“Ok, eleven. Can I stay with you or I leave?”
“Shhhay, pleeshe.”
“As you want. But this means more questions tomorrow, and a notepad. I don’t like so much the mime game. As I already said.”
She giggled, closing her eyes again and pressing his hand over her waist with hers.
The two hours moved away easily, his attention lost in all the shiny details of her body, her mask, her suit.
She was quite tempted to kiss her over her half closed mouth, while she was sleeping, but he restrained himself to do it.
He was sweating, also if the cold wind arriving from the sea was helping it not to soak his shirt.
“I can not imagine how she is feeling in this moment, so hot and boiling, but at the same time protected and tigled by the sweat under her costume, her plastic skin.”
At eleven he started to caress her face, slowly, a finger at time, tracing small circles over her cheeks, scratching gently her chin, until she opened her eyes and smiled, miming a yawn.
She sat up and stretched, trails of sweat moving along the spine, trying to collect on her feet.
Both were on their feet, and he helped her to put away the beach towel, freed from the sand.
She looked at him, her hands on her side, a striking, seductive pose.
“Uhhm, eeemh, I mean. Thank you for today, and I hope… I really hope to see you again. Maybe tomorrow…”
She giggled, and she didn’t move.
“I mean… Ok… So, see you tomorrow?” he mumbled, visibly embarrassed.
She smiled, trying to laugh, then she hugged him for a second and kissed him over his mouth, her plastic tongue touching his lips without entering.
Then she leaved, running away, while he stood there, completely mindless, giggling and mumbling incoherently as a mad.